Chapter Fifty-seven

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered in her ear before turning her around to face the wall, then with one hand, he pinned both of hers on the wall and lifted her hips with the other hand so that he could enter her from behind. She was already wet and slippery, making his entry smooth and insanely sweet.

Rachel’s boobs were pressed against the tiled wall and her hard nipples grazed the cold surface with each thrust Derek pumped into her. He reached forward and slid his forefinger between her legs, stroking her clit as he pummeled her from behind.

“Oh! Please, don’t stop!” She begged.

“I don’t plan to,” he replied, picking up the pace of his thrusts. It was as if his hips were on auto mode, moving of their own volition without any effort from him.

She matched his rhythm, moving her ass back and forth, eager to reach the peak but also wishing that this moment would not end. Derek released her hands and cupped one of her boobs in his palm while the other one was nestled against his arm